Page 55 of Five Summers

“Seriously, Xander, just do it already and quit asking,” she says impatiently.

With a smug grin on my face, our eyes meet, a silent intensity passing between us for what feels like forever. My heart races, while her breaths become shallow. And then, without a second thought, I crossed that forbidden line. I press my lips against hers, exploring her mouth with my tongue, relishing the taste.

I don’t care about the consequences, about how wrong it is for me to be with her. Ignoring everything, I kiss her and carefully lower her onto the hood of the car. But it isn’t just a simple kiss; it is an all-consuming collision of desire. I part her lips with mine, delving deeper, pressing my body against hers. She moans as I begin grinding my hips, my cock rubbing against her soft pussy.

She gasps and squirms beneath me as I move my hips, seeking to find that sweet spot. I am fucking relentless in my pursuit. She said she wanted me. And let’s be fucking honest, this is who I truly am - the guy who lives for music and loves to fuck. I kiss her with hunger, moving my hips, grinding against her. And she's totally into it, grinding against me, kissing me back.

My cock strains against her. My balls throb. I’m so fucking horny, everything in me zeroes in on her pussy. All I can think about is getting inside her. Fuck yes, that’s what I want.

I drift my fingertips over her clit, eliciting a pleasurable groan from her. She moves her hips, rocking, eagerly seeking more of my touch. I watch her intently as I continue to explore her. With each stroke, I increase the pressure, knowing that it will heighten her arousal. I move my fingers in small, circular motions over her clit, causing her to tremble.

“Oh God,” she blurts out.

“I’m not going to make you come,” I tell her. “I want you turned on before we do it. Apparently, it hurts less if you're all worked up.”

“I know it's gonna hurt at first,” she says, gasping, clearly loving what I'm doing to her.

My gaze wanders down her body before finally meeting her eyes. In this very moment, she is fucking breathtaking, seeing her openness and vulnerability. It’s almost as if I am orchestrating her like a musical instrument, coaxing out the most delightful erotic sounds from her. I am tempted to tell her how beautiful she is, but I don’t know how to say all that mushy shit.

I just wanna slam into her and make her scream my name while she tells me how much she's been thinking about me, just like I've been thinking about her, and she wants to do every dirty thing I've ever dreamt about doing to her.

As she lays before me, her breath quickening, her gaze burning with desire, I notice her hard nipples, a clear reflection of her arousal. She so fucking close and I love it.

Chapter eighteen

Poppy

I’m in a state of euphoria as if I am floating on a cloud. The moment our eyes lock, my heart races and my excitement reaches overwhelming levels. A soft whimper escapes my lips as he gently lifts me up, intensifying the feeling. His deliberate and torturous circles on my swollen little nub send waves of pleasure crashing through me. However, to my frustration, the asshole suddenly stops. What the fuck. I release a frustrated breath.

With a mischievous grin, he runs his tongue along his lower lip and winks at me. “Hang tight Princess, we’ll get there eventually,” he says with that damn cocky grin. “I don't want all my efforts to be in vain.”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that.”

He bursts into laughter. “You can only come when I have my cock buried deep inside you. Take this off, I want to see your tits,” he demands, his voice deep and raspy, the kind that could convince any woman to comply with his desires.

His magnetic eyes remain focused on me as I slowly unbutton my shirt. But apparently, I'm not doing it fast enough for him, because he helps and the last two buttons pop off.

With a swift motion, he reaches behind and unclasps my bra, displaying his skill and speed. Holy shit, he's a pro at that. I lie there, my skirt bunched up around my waist, and see the subtle change in his expression. His jaw tenses and a flicker of emotion dances across his beautiful face, but I can’t quite decipher it. The tendons in his throat tighten as he swallows, adding to the intensity of the moment. I hold his gaze, feeling my heart pounding painfully against my chest. His eyes roam over every part of my body, and despite the urge to cover myself up, I stay there, arms by my side. I hope he doesn’t see what Jade and her friends always gossip about.

His eyes narrow into mysterious slits, exuding an enigmatic aura as they fixate on mine. A sudden longing awakens within me, a yearning to witness every facet of his being. If I am naked, I also yearn to see him in the same vulnerable state. I crave the sight of his magnificent form, to explore every aspect of what he has to offer.

“Take that off,” I tell him, motioning towards his shirt.

“You’re a pushy little thing, aren’t you? I like it,” he says, with a sly grin spreading across his face. He reaches up and effortlessly pulls his black t-shirt over his head, casually discarding it on the ground.

My gaze lingers on his chest, which is just as breathtaking as the rest of him - slim, with a few well-defined muscles.

“Get rid of those,” I insist, motioning to his jeans.

That cocky grin reappears. He quickly unbuttons his jeans and takes them off in a flash, like he's on fire.

As he stands in front of me, I avert my gaze downwards. His presence is commanding, and his size is undeniable. Through his heavy eyelids, he looks down at me, his gaze filled with desire. His hands delicately trace up my waist, before grasping my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples and sending waves of pleasure through my body.

My lips part, releasing a moan that I can't control.

“I knew you would like that,” he growls, as if he is fully aware of the effect he has on me.

The blaring sound of his ringtone breaks the silence while he stands there, watching me.

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